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The air was still around them, everything calm and peaceful, and the hurricane that had possessed their bodies had finally been put to rest.
It was very dark outside and the only light in the room filtered from the giant window that occupied two of the four walls in the master’s bedroom – his bedroom. It overlooked the city, sprinkled by the thousand’s lights coming from the other skyscrapers. She wasn’t sure what time it was, perhaps 3 or 4 am.
Mu-jin was sleeping next to her, while she had just woken up.
It was an odd sight, she thought to herself, but there they were half naked in his king-sized bed. She remembered falling asleep with her head on his slightly damp chest, the steady beating of his heart a gentle lullaby to her. He had kept her between his arms in silence, neither of them had talked, until she had eventually fallen asleep.
She watched him, noticing all facets of his beautiful angular face. It was the first time she had the chance to really observe and appreciate him. Not that she didn’t know Choi Mu-jin was handsome, she had known him for five years now and had seen him change his look over the years, but she had never paused to really look at and appreciate him.
A pale complexion, dark hair streaked with grey, thin eyes and nose, high cheeks, the long line of his perfectly trimmed beard and moustaches, his full lips… and a fine body.
He really was perfect; and he had wanted to be with her.
She remembered how his eyes had darkened while looking at the Dongcheon tattoo on her skin, how his raw emotions had mirrored her own, and from there on everything had spiralled into chaos.
His scorching kisses had left behind marks, she was sure of that, while his fingers on the other hand had been like balm on her bruises.
He had been gentle but at the same time demanding, hurried yet meticulous in his exploration of her body. And she had acted exactly the same way, because their first kiss had ignited in her something she thought she could not feel. Love? Who knew what love was, but she cared for him and enjoyed the way he made her feel.
And it wasn’t the first time she felt that way when with him. It was a constant on their time together, when they would talk by the sea or grab something to eat at some dingy hovel. It was as if he took off his drug lord clothes when with her, showing a side of him he only seldom allowed to be brought back to light, and tried being a normal man – not one that killed with his bare hands and made others kill for him.
Because yes, Choi Mu-jin was also this man and Ji-woo perfectly knew this. He was both light and dark, and even if it was absurd, she liked that mix. In her twisted life, he was the perfect balm to her sore muscles.
Suddenly, she felt a hand cover her thigh and she jumped startled. Mu-jin was looking at her with sleepy eyes and a small smile, amused by her display.
“You were staring.” He said, intently looking at her.
“Sorry.” She mumbled in replay. “Got distracted and didn’t see you were awake. Didn’t want to wake you up.”
“It rather surprises me I was able to fall asleep at all.” He said while moving to a sitting position on the bed. Doing so, Ji-Woo had to move as well, and she immediately missed the heat from his body next to hers.
“You should drink your chamomile tea more often, it helps.”
Hearing her words he smirked, and she knew he was thinking the same thing as her.
In September, one late night by the sea, they had met after a few months they had last seen each other. She had arrived on her motorbike, as it usually happened when she had Dongcheon business to do, and she had found him there already waiting, his back facing her. When he had turned around, she had had to steel herself, as the man before her had changed a lot from the last time. Not only had he grown a thicker beard that went from ear to ear, but also gone were his expensive suits in favour of a more casual attire. Ji-woo had realised back then that Choi Mu-jin was stunning even wearing dark jeans and a jumper under a simple leather jacket.
“Were you waiting for a while?” she had asked. His only answer had been a soft grunt, and she had sighed in exasperation. She had then produced a thermos bottle, giving it to him. “Here you go.”
Mu-jin had openly smiled at her then, accepting the bottle she had been offering. Sniffing it, he had asked before drinking a mouthful “What’s in here?"
She had brought him chamomile tea, which her dad used to make for her when she had trouble sleeping, knowing he had the same problem. She had thought it nice to make some for him, but he had spitted it stating it tasted like make up. However, his eyes spoke those words he wouldn’t utter, and she knew he had liked her gift nonetheless.
“It seems that a nice shag is more effective.” He grinned with a sheepish smile that reached his eyes. Blushing she looked away, but she knew he was just taunting her, and she liked that. She liked that side of him that made her forget for an instant what fucked up world they were living together. A gentle hand caressed the side of her face, and she shuddered looking at him again. “Tell me about what you were thinking when I woke up.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
She was talking about her being the mole, about him thinking she could ever betray him.
Mu-jin coked his brow, understanding her words. “I thought I did.” When she just looked at him without answering, he continued. “Do you really think you would still be here if I thought you were betraying me, or put myself in the condition of being totally defenceless by falling asleep next to you?” he asked incredulous, but Ji-woo kept quiet. “I would have taken your pussy right there in my office and then sent you away immediately. I wouldn’t have brought you here in my bedroom and made love to you.”
The girl’s eyes grew wide at his words, and he smiled fondly still caressing the side of her face. She looked both scared and thrilled, anxious and delighted, a mix of emotions twirling around her like colourful butterflies.
“Yes, Ji- woo.”
Mu-jin’s lips softly touched hers, even more carefully than the first time a few hours before. She breathed in, feeling her lips open up to his. They tasted of smoke and liquor, and something sweeter she couldn’t really place. That, mixed with his strong scent, made her head go wild. She enjoyed the feeling of his warm body around hers, caressing her skin, making her shiver. Because she had known both fear and anticipation before, but this kind of tension was totally new. Mu-jin knew how to play her, knew what she desired and what she hated even if it was the first time for them being together. She didn’t have to ask because he seemed to know already, as if he was able to read her soul.
Breaking the kiss, Ji-woo looked at him expectantly. “I didn’t think you…”
“You know I have tried approaching you already, even if more subtly.” He interrupted her, and she knew that what he was saying was the truth.
They didn’t get to see each other much anymore, but she had noticed the few times they had met that something was different, if only a little. He was calmer than usual, sometimes even smiled and told some jokes. It was like he tried being a normal man, any other man in this world that wasn’t a drug boss and didn’t kill people. They usually met alone, no Tae-ju watching him from afar, and that meant he would come all by himself with his car. He always offered to move to a different place to the one they had decided to meet at, driving in the night to some secluded area. Sometimes he would take her out to dinner, ask how her day –week – month had been, other times they would just watch the sea dance before their eyes. Apart from her dad, dead too long before, never had she had someone like him in her life – someone that would simply ask her how she was feeling.
“I was only taunting you” he explained snickering, his hands going to held her hips. “Because you give your best when you get all worked up. Of course I should have predicted you would have come here, throwing a tantrum!”
At his words she laughed hard, because it was true. She hadn’t thought a second before getting on her bike and sailing the night towards him, because the man had become too important for her to risk losing him. No matter how stupid she could appear for falling for a man so much older than her, and her boss for that matter. After her dad’s death, he had become her only family, the only person beside herself she could rely on, and she would do anything to help him. She belonged to Choi Mu-jin, not the Police.
Still laughing, Ji-woo reached for his face looking intently at him. Thoughts of one of the very first time he had helped her sprang in her mind and she smiled remembering how tiny and scared she had been when she had entered Dongcheon five years before.
Her fingers traced the line of his face, from his perfect hair to his eyebrows. “Temple,” she whispered before kissing the spot next to his eye. She watched attentively for his reaction and, when she felt his breath hitch, she knew he had not forgotten either. Her lips kissed his high cheekbones before descending on his plump lips. They were soft and as hungry as hers were, but Mu-jin had decided to let her play with him they way she most liked, and she had decided to taunt him the same way he had taunted her. “Upper lip,” she captured his mouth tracing his lips with her tongue, soothing them.
Before Mu-jin could think of deepening the kiss, not that she would have minded, she moved forward.
“Chin.”
Teeth playfully scraped his bearded chin while her hands massaged his toned chest, ready for the next part.
She was deeply enjoying the moment, even more because he perfectly well knew what it was coming and was playing along with her.
That time at the gym, Mu-jin had helped her train giving her some tips on how to defeat her opponents. She had trained a lot during those months, but she knew she had succeeded only thanks to his help. After all, he was an amazing fighter, as he had shown her back then.
Flattening her tongue, she trailed down his body all the time looking intently at him. His eyes were dark, the light of lust thundering in them. She was playing with fire, his fire, but she wanted it. “Solar Plexus.”
There was no going back.
As soon as she had pronounced those words, her hand sneaked down to grab his half erect member, squeezing it. “And genitals.” She concluded, raising her head to observe the man sprawled on the bed before her eyes. He was as handsome as the men she used to watch on TV, but he was real and there for her. His tattoo stood proud on his flesh, and she smiled looking at it.
Mu-jin was watching her too, a ferocious gleam on his eyes.
“You, Yoon Ji-woo, are the fiercest creature I have ever encountered in my entire life.” He said, an intense note in his tone, before slowly sitting up and grabbing her face with both hands.
Their lips crashed together, nose bumping, tongues wrestling and bodies intertwining in each other in a meeting of raw flesh. He was savaging her, taking everything she had to give and even more.
After all, he had fucked up her life years before, and she was doing the same to his now.
No going back now.